This post was last updated on August 12th, 2020 at 01:26 pm
Leave, leave, thy gadding thoughts;
Still out of Doores,
Within them nought.
The skinne, and shell of things
Thy wish, nor pray’r,
By meer Despair
To rack old Elements,
Sure here he must
Is not the way,
Search well another world; who studies this,
Travels in Clouds, seeks Manna, where none is.